Alice Munro Quotes

They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.

...sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again

I want to tell you,' the voice on the phone said. 'My head is filled with things to say.' ... 'I don't mind,' Hal said softly. 'I could wait forever.' 'That's what you think,' the voice said. The connection was cut.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

It's been too many nights of being with to now be suddenly without.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

I have to go," he said at last, getting to his feet. "I shouldn't even be here, but I cannot keep my self away from you. I worry about you in every waking moment. I love you, Luce. So much it hurts.

And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.

It's been tough for me being away from the game.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

Being sent away to school was no different from my biological mother giving me away.

I'm homesick all the time. I miss my animals. I miss my family. I miss my friends.

I was separated from my wife at the time. A lot of people think I wrote it about prison.

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

I miss my family all the time.

I miss my family every single day.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.